Pharmaceutical projects are like fresh fruit – they depreciate if they are not tended to, and they do poorly if sitting on the shelf with long periods of inactivity.
My heart ’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!
Liberty’s in every blow! Let us do or die.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?
Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.
Great for good, or great for evil.
God knows, I’m not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.
Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.
God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!
To make three guineas do the work of five.
An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of youth. Few hearts like his with virtue warmed, few heads with knowledge so informed. If there’s another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.
Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won’t accept your thanks for murder.
To step aside is human.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?